Kitna soft tha mai kah nhi sakta ,usko b kuch hua usne b apni dono tango ko ragadna suru kiyaFir dono tango ko faila k sant ho gai, mujhe laga ki pata...nhi ye jag rahi hai ya so rahi hai ,thodi der tak aisi hi raha fir maine dheere se apna hanth uske skirt k niche se ander ghusane laga ,mera hanth jaise hi uske bur ko laga wo tej se sans lene lagi mai dar gaya.Lekin meri himmat badh gai maine apne hanth se uske bur ko chua to kafi hot laga. Mai samjh gaya ki ye sb wo jan bujh k kar rahi hai. .1. .. the other two long dead by homicide. I reported to the detectives that his oral testimony to me had been that all original and duplicate copies of the material in question had been destroyed during the 1990’s and that this new alleged copy was undoubtedly a fabrication – but he had not seen the material in question. His murder had been truly terrible, I was later told. Shortly before 1am an insomniac nun came into the church to hear the death screams of the good but stubborn father. He had. His cock was slender too, must have been about seven inches, hard and pressed straight up against his tummy trapped against his body inside his nylons. I had gone soft while he was gone, wondering about just what I was doing here but, the sight of his smooth, almost delicate, body in those pantyhose almost looked like a girl except for his cock and balls, and there was something about that too that was erotic in some exotic way!My cock got instantly had again and my mouth must have been. The capitol and its castle were only a day and a half's march from the other side of the river. Pardin was not looking forward to the final confrontation but he was impatient. He had come too far and experienced too many wonders to be held up by lusty interludes of love-drunk humans.His wife came to him in the evening with a bowl of scented water and a soft cloth. She bade him to undress as she did. Slowly and carefully, she bathed him from head to foot. When she was satisfied that he was.